She was suddenly there in the hallway when Domitian rose from his piano bench and took me with him by the hand. This time he kissed me right in front of her, deliberately stealing my soul, and leaving me breathless and wanting.
This time it was I who sunk to my knees fraught with need and desire at the feet of Domitian. And this time it was I who kissed him.. though not upon his lips.
Before I knew what had even transpired, Papillion was screaming. At me! Screaming and calling me a liar as she slapped her hands across my face. It was Domitian who wrangled her from me and dragged her away.. perhaps to soothe her anger. For when he returned again, he was alone.
Once again I am stung by her, though I love her so. And who was there to console me, but her guardian? When I needed Papillion the most.. it was Domitian who had been there for me and heard my confession...
I love you, Domitian.. Sir.
